Callie

Descriptive analysis of self when left to one's own devices

Callie was a cobra ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey

Her arms were octopus tentacles flailing about in the wind

While her fingers were twiggy branches scratching and clawing the air

Callie was a fire breathing dragon on Prozac dreaming of candy floss

Her nostrils were bagpipes heaving like a hippopotamus on heat dancing in the mud

Her legs were totem poles imbedded with bristly fibres of spun wool

Callie was a volcano spewing lava upon unsuspecting life

Her mouth was a growling bear about to rip its prey to shreds

Her ears were large elephant flaps trimmed in the shape of umbrellas

Callie was a tornado at high speed ripping through a rainforest

Her teeth were sharp spikes of granite and marble festooned in sludge

Her lips were balloons filled with methane gas about to explode

Callie was a fumbling, bumbling mole digging in the dirt with its snout

Her toes were eagle’s talons sharpened on the back of an armadillo

Her belly was a rubber boat of jelly floating on the high seas

Callie was a blimp that blotted out the sun during an eclipse

Her hair was strands of seaweed tangled with debris from a spill

Her back was a humpback whale arched while giving birth

Callie was a dinosaur with carpet moss stuck in its teeth

Her smile was a wide open gash on a fat man’s arm

Her voice was a rusty iron bell with the clanger missing

Callie was a lucky dip prize with no wrapping on it

Her height was the length of a ruler snapped in two

Her girth was a wormhole sucked out of strength

Callie was a two tonne truck with no brakes in reverse

Callie was a figment of my imagination against the world

Who only appeared when I vanished into thin air

Callie is my backup

 

Author's Note

Written as an exercise on similes and metaphors